Oh, WindClan. It's open fields, the smell of rabbit, its soft grass.
Perfect for a mega clan.
Ticktock smiled to himself. One day, all the clans would share this place. It would be great. Searching here first was unlike most leaders. Most would go find rogues. But the midnight tom needed trained cats. He needed clan cats.
Today was the beginning of a new age.
(I'd like it if those who are willing to betray WindClan to join these thread. There is a over arching plot, so beware.)